Until we find our mommy

Last week i went to mass at St. Mary Mother of the Church Roman Catholic Church (or St. Mary's Church, for short). Forgive me for the elongated name, but i was just introduced to 'Pushing Daisies'.

I don't feel like flowery talk or dramatic setups tonight

Toward the end of 'the service', as per usual, the children were invited to grab children's bulletins from Mr. Fr. Priest man. I'm starting to think that they do this more for the entertainment value. Kids are so stinking cute. So as i ogled at the prancing, skipping, running and mischievously wandering children maneuvering their way to and from the sanctuary, i noticed this one little kiddo (about 7 years, 4 months, 17 hours and 42 minutes old) who was standing petrifyingly still...for like 5 seconds, which doesn't seem like a long time, but it is when there is a whirlwind carnival of activity going on around you. Stand perfectly still for five seconds, i dare you. Now do it in the middle of an intersection. okay, don't...but i imagine your senses would be a bit more heightened for the second situation.

So, naturally, all my attention is focused on this kid (probably exactly what he's afraid of)...then i notice his eyes darting back and forth. "oh no," i thought, "he doesn't know where his family is sitting." so he takes a couple of 'is-this-where-i'm-supposed-to-go' steps...peeks around for a little bit, then bolts around the pews to a woman standing in the shadows.

He found his mommy.
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Maybe it was because i've been Catholic all my life, maybe it's because i'm a momma's boy, but i love the Blessed Virgin Mary...like, a lot. So seeing that boy run to his mother's arms affected me...like, a lot. Something mysteriously started blurring my vision (maybe it's because i'm a momma's boy). It brought to mind the times i've been lost or scared or heading in the wrong direction and noticed mom, just standing there, waiting for me to love her again.

Catholicism is so beautiful in how we honor our Holy Mother, in that she's an example of openness to God's will in our lives, in that she knows how to suffer and, if for no other reason, she is the mother of God himself.

Your momma loves you.

Peace,
Daytona